Dear Turquoise, (sigh.) Sometimes, and just sometimes, i believe the people that say you are not sophisticated; that you are 'reminiscent of teenagedom' (should be a word), or 'bad wannabe-ethnic starter furniture'. But other times you make me so happy and excited, and I wonder why i have listened to all these pretentious color snobs that paint themselves beige and read architectural digest for so long.

I want you back, turquoise. So bad. I know, I know! You are upset, and what color wouldn't be? I courted you hard core from 22-27, we got serious, then i thought i was too cool. Sure, sure, there were the bouts with indigo and navy, and yes i do still see them a lot, but it is you who i have always waffled over. You are emotional, you see? You are sometimes hard to look at, or you make me want to have a cocktail with an umbrella in it. You remind me of South America, Southeast Aia, the islands, anywhere really where the British empire could send their leftover paint, colors they were too good for, too sophisticated for. Well you know what? more like colors they were too lame for, too safe for. Boom. Not you, though. You've always taken risks, always pushed the limits of what blue can be.

I may not put you on my walls or reupholster my furniture in you just yet, but turquoise i want you back - in accessories, throw pillows, fabrics, art, vases, books. You get the idea. Baby steps. We'll take it slow. See how it goes. make sure the chemistries right, that we deserve each other.